Why a flying gondola?
In a nutshell...
When I was ten years old, my family went on a touristic excursion from my little city (Trieste) to the world renown Venice. No one prepared me for what my eyes were about to experience, or my soul was to absorb on that day, but the canal city made such a powerful impression on me that I fell in love with it, completely and totally. Yes, even the smelly garbage laden water which is everywhere, and its smell permeates the air... especially on a hot day.
I have seen a lot of the world since then, but I still hold Venice on a pedestal, as my favorite city of all. Every time I am in its vicinity, I make a little pilgrimage to itt. Once I cross the bridge from the main train station to the city, it's as if I have crossed into another realm. Cars do not exist in Venice; the streets are substituted by canals, therefore the only means of transportation is by boat. Big, medium, small and extra tiny, you can see them floating like they have for centuries. The other way to go from point A to point B is on foot. That's what I do.
A lovely detailed map of Venice is my best friend, which I fold up really small and shove into my jacket's pocket for the "just in case" moment when I feel that I am completely lost; otherwise I meander aimlessly through the city's narrow streets and alleyways 'inhaling' all which comes within eyes' reach, until I get to the very center... the Piazza San Marco. The piazza which has remained engraved in my memory banks since age 10 to which I return as if to my birthplace each time, with deep emotions and overwhelming joy.
So, why then have I picked the name "Flying Gondola" for this blog and my twitter account? Well... obviously because I fell in love with Venice and its international symbol 'the gondola' but... it's flying because I always imagined Venice to be a magical place, where one could even see a gondola fly and not be fazed by it because in Venice ANYTHING could happen. So too in life... anything could happen, and we should not be surprised by the twists and turns which we are lead on, experiencing the joys and sorrows which mold us and allows us to be the individuals which we are.
I thank you for reading my first post and look forward to my journey with you.
Ciao ragazzi,
The FlyingGondola
When I was ten years old, my family went on a touristic excursion from my little city (Trieste) to the world renown Venice. No one prepared me for what my eyes were about to experience, or my soul was to absorb on that day, but the canal city made such a powerful impression on me that I fell in love with it, completely and totally. Yes, even the smelly garbage laden water which is everywhere, and its smell permeates the air... especially on a hot day.
I have seen a lot of the world since then, but I still hold Venice on a pedestal, as my favorite city of all. Every time I am in its vicinity, I make a little pilgrimage to itt. Once I cross the bridge from the main train station to the city, it's as if I have crossed into another realm. Cars do not exist in Venice; the streets are substituted by canals, therefore the only means of transportation is by boat. Big, medium, small and extra tiny, you can see them floating like they have for centuries. The other way to go from point A to point B is on foot. That's what I do.
A lovely detailed map of Venice is my best friend, which I fold up really small and shove into my jacket's pocket for the "just in case" moment when I feel that I am completely lost; otherwise I meander aimlessly through the city's narrow streets and alleyways 'inhaling' all which comes within eyes' reach, until I get to the very center... the Piazza San Marco. The piazza which has remained engraved in my memory banks since age 10 to which I return as if to my birthplace each time, with deep emotions and overwhelming joy.
So, why then have I picked the name "Flying Gondola" for this blog and my twitter account? Well... obviously because I fell in love with Venice and its international symbol 'the gondola' but... it's flying because I always imagined Venice to be a magical place, where one could even see a gondola fly and not be fazed by it because in Venice ANYTHING could happen. So too in life... anything could happen, and we should not be surprised by the twists and turns which we are lead on, experiencing the joys and sorrows which mold us and allows us to be the individuals which we are.
I thank you for reading my first post and look forward to my journey with you.
Ciao ragazzi,
The FlyingGondola
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